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i need to swim in a clear cold stream and then lie down on a big warm rock in the sun to dry this is non-negotiable

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faceless embraces

1. alex & lutz back, 1992, ph. wolfgang tillmans 2. ph. nan goldin 3. love-In, los angeles, 1967 ph. jerry de wilde 4. joseph lorusso, “cafe lovers 4” (detail) 5. el lenguaje del limbo II by mariana restrepo 6. photographer unknown 7. lovers in a field, 2019 ph. clifford prince king 8. isle of wight festival, 1969 ph. david hurn 9. joseph lorusso, “lovers in the garden” 10. the big gamble (1961), dir. elmo williams & richard fleischer

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the way howl was so distressed when he said “sophie, sophie, you’re beautiful!” when sophie said she’d never been pretty—because she’d always been considered a plain girl, someone who didn’t fit the convetional standards of beauty, and she had accepted it and believed it—.... he couldn’t believe that there was ever a way anyone, including herself, thought sophie wasn’t beautiful and he was so shocked she thought that way about herself.. it was like a few second moment but wow it was so telling

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how much of cicero’s orations are just him going “I would of course not say it [proceeds to say it], nor would I dare mention [proceeds to mention], and of course it goes without saying no one needs to hear [makes sure everyone hears]”

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Que otros se jacten de las páginas que han escrito; a mí me enorgullecen las que he leído. No habré sido un filólogo, no habré inquirido las declinaciones, los modos, la laboriosa mutación de las letras, la de que se endurece en te, la equivalencia de la ge y de la ka, pero a lo largo de mis años he profesado la pasión del lenguaje. Mis noches están llenas de Virgilio; haber sabido y haber olvidado el latín es una posesión, porque el olvido es una de las formas de la memoria, su vago sótano, la otra cara secreta de la moneda. Cuando en mis ojos se borraron las vanas apariencias queridas, los rostros y la página, me di al estudio del lenguaje de hierro que usaron mis mayores para cantar espadas y soledades, y ahora, a través de siete siglos, desde la Última Thule, tu voz me llega, Snorri Sturluson. El joven, ante el libro, se impone una disciplina precisa y lo hace en pos de un conocimiento preciso; a mis años, toda empresa es una aventura que linda con la noche. No acabaré de descifrar las antiguas lenguas del Norte, no hundiré las manos ansiosas en el oro de Sigurd; la tarea que emprendo es ilimitada y ha de acompañarme hasta el fin, no menos misteriosa que el universo y que yo, el aprendiz.

     Jorge Luis Borges, Un lector

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🎬 Aftersun 2022, dir. Charlotte Wells

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as long as my room has natural light i know everything will be okay

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Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

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Somewhere on the other side of that wall is... alien technology. Alien technology. We know.

LOST IN SPACE 3.02 Contact

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powferlines

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One of the best shot of Total Solar Eclipse from 08-04-2024.

Via @nasa-official

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i love spring because the whole day feels like summer morning

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if i was a perfume i'd never give a girl a headache